Maybe you're not looking for more, but for less.
Maybe you are spontaneous. Maybe you decide quietly.
I don't talk much. But I hear you.
And at some point you realize,
that you've been here for hours.
Barefoot. Somewhere between your shirt and my rhythm.
Less noise. More feeling.
A full calendar. A moment in between.
And yet you're standing here now.
Somewhere between the door frame and the silence that feels different.
Sometimes one look is enough.
A door that closes behind you.
And the world stays outside.
A breakfast that takes longer than planned.
A kiss that lets you arrive before you think.
Or just silence that feels familiar.
It's not about performing.
Not about pleasing.
Just about being.
Maybe a hotel.
Maybe something between your appointment and my smile.
And then time passes.
Not because you want it to, but because you don't realize it.
